if this is the saint

But I didn't expect that the sleeve robe holding Fuchen's hand still hides the world, and it can be long or short just like Fuchen.

Sun Wukong's hands were caught in the whisk and he couldn't move, his chest was wide open, and he took the impact of Zhen Yuanzi's one-sleeved robe firmly, which immediately made Monkey King snort and his face turned pale.

Sun Wukong's throat rolled down, his figure advanced instead of retreating, and he rushed towards Zhen Yuanzi fiercely, sweeping his legs straight towards his face.

Zhen Yuanzi's face turned cold, and the fly whisk wrapped around Monkey King's arm turned around Monkey King's entire waist, and the tighter and tighter it was, it increased the strength of Monkey King's rushing forward. Monkey King who is coming to the impact.

Sun Wukong possesses the indestructible power of King Kong, so his internal organs are naturally relatively weak, and his body is flexible and changeable. If you can't hit a sleeve robe, what if you hit it?

Fortunately, the golden cudgel came back at this time and fell to Monkey King's feet, preventing Monkey King from being sent to Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve robe by himself, but the whisk on his waist made him feel as if he was about to be strangled.

At the beginning, Wuzhishan, the Tathagata, almost let Sun Wukong escape, but in the end he suppressed a Buddha's decree before he gave up. Can the mere power of a dust whisk bind him?

Sun Wukong tried his best to break free, but he didn't expect that he couldn't break free.So he grabbed the golden cudgel and sent it out again. The golden cudgel hit Zhen Yuanzi himself with the same heart, intending to encircle Wei and save Zhao. The speed was so fast that the sleeve robe couldn't catch it at all. For Sun Wukong, compared with the sleeve robe, the whisk allows him to repel the golden cudgel more smoothly.

Zhen Yuanzi guessed right, Sun Wukong's speed is sharp and difficult to hit, and only Monkey King without the golden cudgel will have a flaw.

Ever since Dragon Palace obtained the Dinghai Shenzhen Needle and named it the Golden Cudgel, Monkey King has never let it go. Being with him day and night, he is an inseparable existence equivalent to Yang Jian's third eye, but it is different from Yang Jian's little love for the third eye. Using it, Monkey King developed a dependence on the Golden Cudgel that he didn't realize himself.

Not only has he been with him for so many years, but more importantly, the golden cudgel has accompanied him through the 500 years of loneliness under Wuzhi Mountain.

In the long 500 years, no one cried with him, no one laughed with him, and there was only a golden cudgel with a little humanity beside him.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes are vicious, and he can see through the bond between Monkey King and Golden Cudgel at a glance.

Starting with the golden cudgel, Sun Wukong showed nothing unusual on the surface, and the anxiety in his heart dissipated.

A stick has no power, and a little bit of humanity can only harass at best. It can only hurt people if it is held in people's hands.

Facing Zhen Yuanzi's hot pursuit, Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel while resisting and retreating, calming down the uneasy and irritable golden cudgel before, the golden light in his eyes suddenly became strange, and he waved Picking up the stick, he approached Zhen Yuanzi ferociously.

If Sun Wukong still doesn't know what Zhen Yuanzi's idea is at this moment, then he really has no face to be the Monkey King!

Just like teasing a kitten or puppy, watching him struggle before dying, enjoying the pain of his struggle... Is this really the normal state of mind of a Taoist immortal?

But maybe it's just a ferocious beast in kitten and puppy skin?Not everyone can trample on the dignity of Monkey King!

Sun Wukong's fighting style suddenly became ferocious and brutal. With his surging momentum, the surrounding clouds suddenly turned golden and black. The thunder and lightning flashed fiercely in the sky. I am afraid that even the father and mother of thunder and lightning could not create such a scene. and other effects.

Zhen Yuanzi was a little surprised, his eyes were cautious, maybe he shouldn't let the monkey struggle.

In the battle again, Zhen Yuanzi obviously felt strenuous. This Monkey King seemed to have turned on some strange switch suddenly, and he was completely different from before.

With greater strength, faster speed, and stronger magic power, Zhen Yuanzi accidentally took a stick from Monkey King and fell into the clouds, floating in midair, frowning fiercely. It is not appropriate to defeat the enemy with strength at this time.

Taking advantage of Monkey King's next blow, Zhen Yuanzi put away the extra sleeves and left the last one, the cuffs swelled up.

Monkey King's forward movement paused, sensing a sense of crisis coming, he retracted the stick, and suddenly retreated rapidly.

I saw that the cuff suddenly burst out with huge suction, like a bottomless pit, and even the big tree whose roots were deeply grasping the ground was pulled up by the roots, but the cuff was very selective. Although the big tree was torn off, it did not Being accepted, he was just flying around in a low and random manner, and Tang Seng could not be spared.

"Master!" Seeing that Tang Seng was being sucked away, Drifting immediately threw off the reins of the white horse that was frantically trying to escape, allowing his body to accept the suction force and chased after Tang Seng. After grabbing Tang Seng's arm, he firmly fixed his body in the ground with the demon-subduing staff, Temporarily avoided the fate of being sucked in.

But the suction is really strong. Seeing a black shadow passing by, and being sucked in by Zhen Yuanzi in a blink of an eye, Drifting was puzzled for a moment, thinking that he was dazzled, so he turned his head and gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Tang Seng, whose body was swaying in the strong wind. Shout, "Master, hold on!"

Tang Seng wrinkled his face at this moment, feeling very bad.First, he was suddenly sucked into the air, his body spinning with nowhere to focus, feeling an indescribable ecstasy.

Finally, he was held back by the three apprentices and stopped spinning, but felt that his wrist was about to break.The absorbed wind blows the grass clippings and dead leaves flying wildly, making it difficult to open your eyes, let alone talk, your mouth is full of grass clippings.

He also found that familiar black shadow in his slightly squinted eyes, regardless of 21, hold on, even if he gave up on himself, he would not be able to give up on any of them.

It was even more difficult for Tang Seng to persevere, his body seemed to be torn in two. No matter how much perseverance a mortal has, how much can he sustain?

The absorbing power of Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve robe has a limit. Anything he wants to absorb within the range, there is nothing he can't accept, but Monkey King reacts too quickly and hides without hesitation. this range.

Zhen Yuanzi can't reach Sun Wukong, but it doesn't mean he has no other way, "Sun Wukong, what's the use of hiding yourself, don't you care about your master? The universe in my sleeve hole is like an abyss, he is a mortal body Just fall into it like this, what will happen, I can't predict..."

Sun Wukong, who was watching everything hidden in the clouds, clenched his fists, his eyes flickering.

When Tang Seng finally couldn't hold on and let go, he flashed out of the cover without hesitation.It doesn't matter if he eats Zhen Yuanzi's conspiracy.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the figure of Monkey King rushing out and smiled with satisfaction. When it fell into his absorption range, he suddenly applied the maximum suction force and sucked the four of them into the sleeve robe together.

Waving his heavy sleeve robe, he turned and returned to Wuzhuang Temple, but there was still a thing in the temple that needed to be dealt with.

"Ah...!" Limbs fluttered wildly, as evidenced by the sky, Tang Seng had never experienced such an exciting thing in his life, the feeling of falling from a thousand feet high... was very desperate.

The surroundings were dark and empty, and one person fell continuously, as if falling into a dark hell.

After shouting dryly, he was so tired that he finally returned to his senses. Tang Seng kept his body stiff, closed his eyes tightly, and began to recite scriptures in his mouth, but it was a bit messy at this time.

The cold wind whizzed past his ears, fear enveloped him unavoidably like a shadow, what would be below?Will you die?

"Master!"

A familiar shout calmed down his impetuous heart. Tang Seng slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Monkey King who was holding a stick from above.

The black robe is almost integrated with the surroundings, and the long golden hair is extremely dazzling. At this time, due to the excessive speed, it is fluttering in disorder, and the eyes can clearly see the blazing fire inside from a long distance. The flames, with a calm composure, people can't help but feel convinced.

In the darkness, only Sun Wukong became the dazzling golden light, and the generous and beautiful palm stretched out, like the merciful redemption of the god's mansion.

But he is neither a god nor a Buddha.

After Tang Seng held his hand, Monkey King pulled him over and clasped his waist, and then grabbed the back collar of Drifting Monk who fell down after him.

He picked up one person in one hand, and lightly stepped on the golden cudgel that fell to his feet with his toes. The golden cudgel was spinning rapidly below to increase resistance and reduce the speed of descent.

"Big...big brother...I'm going to be strangled to death..." Drifting struggled with his throat being choked, struggling slightly with his limbs.

"Don't move!" Sun Wukong tightened his arms and shouted softly.

So Drifting held his breath and stopped moving. He took two less breaths, as if he would not die...

In front of the senior brother, it is indeed easy to hurt his self-esteem, and he suddenly understood what the second senior brother had said to him.

This Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve hole is really amazing, after entering here, he can't even fly in the air, and his spells seem to be missing, and he can't use them.

But the big brother doesn't seem to be affected, maybe it's because his mana is too low?Now he can only rely on his elder brother like a master, and it is very frustrating to think about it.

When they got to the bottom, the abyss was really not a joke, they fell for a long time before they finally landed.

"Huha... Huha..." Drifting's collar was finally released, and he couldn't wait to breathe the air. If there was light at this time, he could see his liver-colored face that couldn't even hide the bronze color .

"Master, are you alright?" Sun Wukong, who put the two of them down, found that Tang Seng not only did not let go of him, but held his wrist even tighter, he couldn't help asking.

Tang Seng didn't speak, didn't leave Monkey King's side, and didn't move, and kept holding on to Monkey King.

Tang Seng was holding his hand harder, even trembling faintly, Monkey King couldn't help worrying, "Master? What's wrong with you?"

The author has something to say: I was stuck in this short fight (〝▼皮▼)